#44 Music in My Life

1930s-today Music in My Life.pdf

Title

#44 Music in My Life

Creator

Jacob Schlitt

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"For some people, their lives would be empty and unfulfilled without music."

Date

circa 2004/2008

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text

Language

English

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1930/2004

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1930s-today_Music_in_My_Life

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# 44 Music in My Life

For some people, their lives would be empty and unfulfilled without music. They may play an instrument, sing, attend concerts, dance, or simply listen to recorded music. Some have music as background wherever they can. And it doesn’t matter what kind of music. They have to have music. I can take it or leave it.

Growing up in the '30s in New York, most everyone was aware of pop music, the big bands, tin pan alley. Kids would buy song sheets for a nickel containing the words of the most popular songs, and would stand around, or sit on the stoop, and sing them. One of the most listened to radio programs was Your Hit Parade, and there were several programs featuring different popular bands, almost all of them with vocalists. I was not one of the kids who sang the songs, or who tuned in the musical programs on a regular basis. The sad truth was that I could not carry a tune. We all learned the songs, almost by osmosis, but you never saw me singing them. As we moved into our teen-age years, the kids who knew the songs and who followed the bands were the ones who became the cool lindy dancers and who were popular with the girls. They dressed sharper and were hipper. And those of us who weren’t "in" on the latest tunes, and didn’t "dig" the swing bands, were quietly jealous of them.

Running concurrently with our after-school musical education, was the music that was taught in our public schools. In PS 62 and JHS 52, we had "music" as part of our curriculum. From first grade on, we were required to sing in "assembly." We learned all the patriotic songs: The Star Spangled Banner, My Country Tis of Thee, America the Beautiful, Columbia the Gem of the Ocean, Over Hill, Over Dale, The Marine's Hymn, etc. Then there were the holiday songs: for Thanksgiving: We Gather Together, for Christmas: Santa Claus Is Coming to Town, Come All Ye Faithful, Jingle Bells, etc. Then there was Americana: My Grandfather’s Clock, and Stephen Foster. We learned a lot of songs. But then came the awful moment when our music teacher asked each of us to sing individually. After listening, she designated some of us "listeners" and asked us not to sing with the rest of the class. I was designated a "listener." What shame! What stigma! What a stupid way to teach music. I can’t think of a better turn-off. To be told that you can't sing on key. What is a key, anyway? The fact is, we listeners still learned the stupid songs, and we know them to this day.

In junior high school, we were also exposed to classical music. We were taught about the orchestra, the instruments, the role of the conductor, and the great composers. And we listened to musical excerpts. Our teacher also taught us words to go with the music. For example: "This is the symphony that Schubert wrote but never finished." And "Amaryllis is a dance written for (or by?) the king of France." Or when we listened to "The Swan" or "To a Wild Rose" we were supposed to imagine the swan or the rose and were encouraged to make motions in the air, tracing them. That was really going to hook us on serious music.

Our homes were not without classical music, despite what our music teachers may have thought. I suspect most of my friends had, like myself, a Victrola in the house. It had been purchased in the '20s when it must have been the hottest new item around, along with the even more remarkable radio. The Victrola had a crank which wound it up when you wanted to listen to a record. After winding it up, you placed the record on the turntable, placed the arm with a needle on the record and the music came out of the bell shaped speaker. You had to be careful not to scratch the record when you placed the needle at the start of the record, and you had to be careful not to overwind the Victrola because that would make the record spin faster than 78 rpm, and the music would sound funny. And if the Victrola was underwound, it would go slower and sound funny in a different way. We had records by Enrico Caruso and Galli Curci singing operatic arias, and by several Cantors , and even some popular music. They were 12 inch records, recorded on only one side. One day, I really overwound the Victrola and I heard a spring pop, and the Victrola played no more. I tried turning the record on the turntable by hand, but ended up scratching the hell out of the record.

In junior high school our musical education was tremendously enriched by the performances our music teacher rehearsed us for. One, which my friends and I still remember was "The Ballad for Americans." But the most ambitious undertaking was the production of Gilbert and Sullivan's HMS Pinafore. Almost everybody in our class was in the play. It took a great deal of courage for Norman Perlmutter to agree to be little Buttercup. And even some of us "listeners" were allowed to be in the chorus. And I got hooked on G and S. (My gallant crew, good morning.)

In high school music appreciation I was exposed to a little more G and S because one of the students urged our teacher to include them. It was during that term I discovered that WQXR broadcast the Gilbert and Sullivan operettas every Saturday morning, and I made an effort to listen as often as I could. I even bought the Modern Library edition of "The Complete Plays of Gilbert and Sullivan" (for $1.95) and followed along with the D'oyly Carte recordings. Since I couldn’t carry a tune, and since I was so in love with these wonderful operettas, I tried to memorize the patter songs—I am the very model of a modern major general; when I was a lad etc. It was about this time that Danny Kaye was becoming well known and many of his songs had the same quality, and I tried to memorize them as well—I'm Anatole of Paris, Deena etc. It was not only the music but the marvelous play of words and rhymes that got me. How did Gilbert (and later Sylvia Fine) do it? When I started collecting records, the recordings of the various G and S operettas were among the first records that I bought, first in 78, then in LP.

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Jacob Schlitt, “#44 Music in My Life,” Autobiographical stories & other writing by Jacob Schlitt, accessed February 6, 2023, https://tsirlson.omeka.net/items/show/6.